Well we have finally left Morocco. I dont really know what to say. It was the experience of a lifetime. I have so many questions that went unanswered and will probably never see there happy solution. I cant really make sense of what I just expereinced. However, I do know that it was just about teh greatest experience of my life. The whole time we were in Morocco we never ONCE stayed in a hostel. Every night we were either with friends we met or their families. Half of the meals we ate were prepared by families in their homes. What is that all about? Then even with more insanity, the friends we were with paid for our experience on a couple of occasions. One day they just randomly drove us into the Middle Atlas Mountains for a day of sight seeing, they paid for the gas and used their uncles car. We learned to just go with the flow. Their genorisity blew my mind away. What makes them venture to this level of morality, to us Westerners? Finally towards the end of our stay they wanted to buy us wine and then told us they ran out of money and asked if we could pitch in. We offered many times but it appeared as part of their culture to simply show us the beauty of their nation at their expense.

Our last few days we spent in their capital city, Rabat. Annis, our friend took us to his old college flat. We stayed in this ancient 2 bedroom flat with 8 university students. Wait till you see the pictures of the bathroom. It was a sqautie pottie and the shower, well it was a drain with a bucket that was covered in filth. But when in Morocco, you do as the Moroccans do. So our last day there we headed south to the beaches of Tomarra were we just sat on the beach of the Atlantic, 6 of us, all day. We swam out about 100 meters to a rock island and saw the waves crashing. IT was pricesless. Tim and I cut up our feet a bit, but we think we will survive. That night we all bought wine and sat on the rocks as the sun set and drank away.

The one thing about Morroco that leaves such an impression. Never once did we go to bed before 2, nor did we eat before 12. It was so different. At 12 at night we were walking around the main drag seeing the night life as kids were playing soccer (football). I have many more stories, as you could imagine.

A we took the train back to the main port (5 hours) we got a good taste of the countryside, something we never experienced with our time here. THe poverty was worth than anything I had seen yet, over here. However, there was still a sense of hope and looking towards teh future. My time here was more than I had bargained for and if my tour ended now, I would be satisfied. God has blessed me and kept us safe and given us teh experience of a lifetime.